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Street Dogs at the Beaumont Club

Published on March 27, 2008 at 2:00am

Anti-Flag attacks many societal ills in the same curt fashion, placing “fuck” in front of the offending entity or “sucks” after it. This formula generates rallying cries, but it doesn’t provide much perspective. For a more nuanced take on these topics, fans should arrive early for opening act Street Dogs. Informed by singer and Army veteran Mike McColgan’s service in Iraq, tracks such as “Final Transmission” (Can you hear the sound of youth negated?) carry more emotional weight than anti-war diatribes from songwriters who view Warped as a Tour of duty. Even the Boston-based group's drinking songs, which recall McColgan’s roots as the Dropkick Murphys’ first frontman, communicate hard-learned lessons: "Tobe’s Got A Drinking Problem" takes a darkly humorous look at the guitarist's alcoholism. McColgan’s storytelling and strong, rugged vocals recall blue-collar troubadours such as Bruce Springsteen and Johnny Cash, and the Dogs’ raucous pub-style hooks prove it’s possible for serious, streetwise punk bands to become crowd-pleasers without pandering musically or lyrically.
Sun., March 30, 2008